she sees meat where otherwise serpents shine she carves deep her bloody policy seeks only to divide I knew her long ago in the once upon a time but we were never friends and she’s no kin of mine here comes the night the night that bears her name this bed of nails was a gift of design she said our wounds would keep us honest but that was just a lie she left her mark on me and taught me not to promise things I can’t deny she came to me a refugee there was some truth behind her lies she knew I was a thief but I never picked her pockets and she never asked me why but we shared a century of torments under midnight skies
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